by Andy Nowicki
A while ago, I wrote an article entitled “Alt Right Art,” a sort of mini-manifesto for dissident aesthetic voices who find their scope impaired by the machinations and ministrations of a dully ultra-conformist and punitively small-minded age, an age wherein the once-revolutionary Left has seized hold of nearly all established citadels of thought, its entrenched cultural commissars ruthlessly enforcing their ever more pernicious institutional “innovations” with monotonous fervor and plodding regularity, and in so doing, rendering adherence to embattled traditional mores the only possible means of rebellion, excitement, redemption, and relief.
I don’t retract a word from the text of that earlier piece, as I honestly don’t think it contains a speck of untruth. However, I now discern that, apt though “Alt Right Art” is in in diagnosing what is needful, it nevertheless lacks a sense of completion. Put simply, there is more that must be said on the subject.
